As a general thing, however, Miss Polly would not listen--long.

She always found something else to talk about.

She frequently did that, however, when Pollyanna was talking of others--of Dr.Chilton, for instance.

Pollyanna laid this, though, to the fact that it had been Dr.Chilton who had seen her in the sun parlor with the rose in her hair and the lace shawl draped about her shoulders.
Aunt Polly, indeed, seemed particularly bitter against Dr.Chilton, as Pollyanna found out one day when a hard cold shut her up in the house.
"If you are not better by night I shall send for the doctor," Aunt Polly said.
"Shall you?
Then I'm going to be worse," gurgled Pollyanna.

"I'd love to have Dr.Chilton come to see me!" She wondered, then, at the look that came to her aunt's face.
"It will not be Dr.Chilton, Pollyanna," Miss Polly said sternly.